Untitled Part 56
Chapter Fifty Six: Forbidden Mates
Daichi~
Daichi felt like he was trapped inside of his own mind. He had allowed his instincts to take full control of his body and now, he had been placed inside of the mental cage that was normally reserved for them. He watched as they shoved his body through the wooden door of the locker room, ignoring the suspicious eyes of Tobio and the verbal questions from Shoyo.
Upon leaving the bright gym, his body was launched into an all-out sprint across the large campus. After running for some time, he began to feel his lungs burning inside of his chest and his body screamed at him to slow down-- to allow it to catch a much needed breath. His feral nature ignored it and pushed onward. Even when his legs turned to jelly and his shoulder muscles bunched in knots of exhaustion, they continued, searching for their unknown goal.
Daichi had absolutely no idea where they were taking him, let alone what they wanted. The only thing he did know was that something inside of him felt wrong. Under normal circumstances, he had always been able to dissect his instincts and figure out the underlying cause of their tumultuous emotions, but nothing had been normal since his break from Suga. And right now, they were even worse. They were a swirling mess of knots, roaring and flailing about in every direction of his mind. They were frantic, he could translate that much for sure, but the rest of them seemed to be speaking an entirely different language. There were a variety of emotions that came and went too fast for him to grab a hold of. Underneath the chaotic mess he could identify his usual, underlying current of anxiety, but that was nothing new. It had been present since the very moment Suga had ended things between them. In fact, he had become quite intimate with that particular emotion.
As he neared Waterfront park, his instincts began to dash about even faster-- bouncing around like the balls in a pinball machine. He didn't think it even possible, for them to become even more loud, disorienting, and obnoxious, but they did. When he reached the curb of the expansive park, his overworked brain suddenly quieted. Quieted to almost nothing. His frayed instincts crackled across his brain and they began to stick together at a rapid pace that stunned him. In mere milliseconds, they packed themselves down into a small, dense, organized ball-- one that had a very clear goal in mind.
Only, Daichi still had no idea what the fuck that goal was.
The instinctual ball hummed around in his skull and he blinked back small portions of his sanity. So, they thought fit to free him from his conscious prison...guess he was in the right place? At that thought, he shook his head to assert himself back in reality and took in the scene before him.
A few meters next to him were three parked cars, all of which he recognized. The middle one was humming with life and inside, Miyo was seated in the driver's seat, starting at him with her mouth parted in a slight oh of surprise. Beyond the front car, Hajime's vehicle, two Alphas were prowling on the dark pavement. Both wore fresh uniforms of campus security officers, something which perplexed Daichi. They had black eyes, clouded by their rampant feral nature, and their shoulders were bristling with agitation-- stalking something that he had yet to see.
Feral. His instincts offered up in answer when his gaze stayed fixed on the two men for too long-- longer than they wanted it to. He absentmindedly nodded his understanding and his throat rumbled his agreement. Still, he tried to probe at the instinctual ball, why are we here, what do you want me to do, but received no answer. His feral nature had sucked in every emotion he had, leaving him analytical, detached, and more than a little confused. He just wanted to know what he was doing there, at Waterfront park, but they refused to give him even a snippet of information. Fine, he thought out with impunity, I'll figure it out for myself.
His eyes darted across the expansive green space. Directly in front of the two savage men by the curb there was a giant cloud of Alpha spray. It loomed underneath the orange sun, playfully swirling with the evening breeze. He couldn't smell it, in fact, he couldn't smell anything at all. All of his senses, save for his eyesight, had been robbed from him. They too were sucked into the dense ball of instinctual matter. He started to ponder where the giant cloud could have come from, but quickly submitted to his feral nature's impatience once more-- they were searching the area for something more specific. As with the feral security guards, they wanted him to move on and find it.
Near the fog, his dark eyes landed on his coach, fighting against a burly Alpha male. He could hear snippets Ukai's deep roars, but they sounded muffled and warped inside his ears. Again, he moved on, raking his listless gaze further to the right where a heavily damaged shed stood resolute. Its metal paneling was flush with dents, both big and small, and it looked ready to cave in on itself. Near it, Hajime and Kuroo were engaged in their own brawls, bloody and bruised against two more savage Alphas. Even further left, Yuji and Yamaguchi were tussling against a vicious female Alpha.
Suddenly, Daichi felt his heart flutter with a fleeting emotion. He quickly pegged it as an instinctual feeling that was beyond the control of his own feral nature-- it was directly linked to the members of his pack. It took milliseconds for him to connect its obscurity to Hajime. It was a fragment of the Alpha's rampant anxiety-- his intense fear for the safety of his mate, Oikawa. This time, Daichi pushed past his goal-oriented instincts and acknowledged the shared emotion. Then, he began searching for Oikawa's form-- searching so that he could provide some assistance against the the unseen trouble that had Hajime so worked up. When his vision passed over the chestnut Omega, he took note of yet another savage Alpha.
How many was that now? Why were they all here?
The man was entangled with Oikawa's lithe body and, much to Daichi's surprise, with the timid Yamaguchi as well. The three of them were a few meters ahead of the shed, just a little ways out of Hajime's reach. For a moment, Daichi pondered why Hajime hadn't left his current opponent to help his mate-- he was holding the female Alpha down, not the other way around. He could easily close the distance and get to Oikawa.
So...why wasn't he?
Daichi hummed inside his mind, emotionally detached yet still perplexed. Then, he dropped the idea altogether and began to walk towards Oikawa.
He moved forward slowly, his feet felt light on the dry grass. He didn't feel the need to run towards the feral Alpha to help the Omegas-- he wasn't sure as to why. There wasn't a single note of panic in his entire body, perhaps, he had his instincts to thank for that. It had been a long time since he felt so content. He liked not feeling his usual heartbreak for Suga. He liked the silence, he liked it a lot.
As he got ever closer to Oikawa and Yamaguchi, his instincts began to jut out from their dense ball-- screeching in quick bursts inside his skull. He could tell that they were unhappy with him-- he was deviating from his task. But what was his task? He tried to beseech them again, explaining that things would go easier if he knew what it was that they wanted.
For crying out loud, what is it you want me to find? He internally commanded in a monotone voice. What are we doing here?
While he was aware that his pack was in trouble, it was obvious from his visual surroundings, he couldn't seem to bring himself to care. He wanted to, but the feeling kept getting sucked into the small vortex in his mind. Aside from the subtle pang he had felt earlier-- Hajime's emotion-- he had felt no emotions of his own.
That is, until his gaze flickered back over to the cloud of Alpha spray on the right. Just inside the mist, shrouded from his previous position at the curb, was Keiji and Yachi. His dark eyes narrowed, taking in the slumped figure on Keiji's narrow back-- Suga.
At that sight, the dense lump of his instincts shot out, spiking up against his retinas. He nearly keeled over in pain at their jabbing intensity. Suddenly, a series of tumultuous emotions burst out of the ball and he was overwhelmed with a desire to get Suga somewhere safe. He didn't feel his heartache over losing the Omega. He didn't feel the anger of rejection. The only emotion his instincts allowed him access to was one of ownership.
Away from the park. Away from the park. Get. Him. Out. NOW!
For a brief moment, his hearing cleared and he was overwhelmed with the sounds of furious roars, snarling cries of possession, and frantic calls from his teammates. Then, everything was silenced again. His feelings plummeted back into the vortex, packed in alongside his feral nature. He glanced back to Keiji, to Suga, then to the feral Alphas surrounding them and the dense ball of instincts began to hum inside his skull. It vibrated, growing louder and louder until he felt like his entire head was shaking around in every direction. Finally, they shot out again like spikes and a booming roar escaped his lips, thundering through the park.
Unbeknownst to Daichi, his roar was earth-shattering to everyone around him. Every Alpha in the vicinity, including those his own pack, froze mid-movement. The vicious sound echoed down the beach, towards the ocean, where it lost itself in the dark blue waves. Its message was clear as day to everyone, aside from Daichi himself. It was supremely possessive, damning of every Alpha that thought they had a shot at claiming Suga.
The silver Omega was his, and only his.
He briskly strode towards the mist, vision honed in on Suga-- the boy that he wished was his in reality. Everything around him was silent and completely muted, save for his soft movement across the dry grass-- crunching with each step he took. When he was just feet away from Keiji, he saw the boy's lips move on his pale face, but whatever message the Omega intended for him to hear was lost on his ears. His nose didn't register the overbearing Alpha spray, and he didn't even feel the warmth of the orange, evening sun.
With large hands, he reached forward and gingerly pulled Suga from his perch on Keiji's back. Cradling the silver Omega in his arms, Daichi heard the boy's heart beat in a pleasant rhythm. It felt so familiar to him that almost hurt just to think about it. His instincts fluttered around like butterflies, exuding their joy as they softly swept outside of their ball before condensing back into it-- pulling every happy emotion in with them.
While his feral nature was aware that Suga had gone into heat, his conscious mind was kept in the dark. His senses were completely absent, his instincts had made sure of it had made sure of it. They wanted Suga's safety to be the utmost priority, and that wouldn't be the case if the conscious side of Daichi fell prey to the silver Omega's heat.
Daichi did however, in his muted brain, understand one thing. His pack had been outside in the park, fighting tooth and nail to protect his Omega from harm. For that, he was eternally grateful. He didn't know what had happened or why, but none of that mattered to him. They were his family, and he was pleased that they hadn't abandoned Suga after the two of them had broken things off. Deep down, he still wanted the silver boy to be protected. Even if he couldn't do it himself, at least his pack could.
For a moment, admiring the flushed features on Suga's face, he allowed himself to imagine them together as mates. It was a pleasant, outlandish dream. He knew that it was all but impossible, given the circumstances, and perhaps his instincts, in all their complexity, knew it as well. Nonetheless, they allowed him to have his silent peace for a short amount of time before they renewed their adamant preaching inside of his head. They growled out their demands in a continuous loop until he finally chose to acknowledge them.
Slowly, he walked towards the curb of the park, dark eyes still glued to Suga. He could see the silver boy's lips moving in a series of panting words, but he still couldn't hear a sound. He wished that he could, but quickly decided that the silence was all for the best. He didn't want the familiar ache in his heart to come back, and Suga's sweet voice would certainly make that happen. With that thought in mind, he smiled down at the Omega-- a sad, heartbreaking smile that was nothing but honest. He didn't notice the tears that pooled in Suga's honey coloured eyes, he had already torn his gaze away to look to the astonished face of Miyo. The raven woman shook her head at him, as if she was trying to bring herself back to reality from a place of disbelief. Then, she scrambled around the side of her car and opened the passenger door. Dachi bent over and gently placed Suga inside the leather confines.
When he moved to stand back to full height, a delicate hand shot out and closed in on his black shirt-- frantic and pleading with white knuckles. He looked down, taking in Suga's breathtaking form one last time and, embedding the image inside the private section of his mind, he gingerly detached the boy's hand from the cloth-- leaving a scrunched up imprint on the fabric.
This time, he couldn't make the smile appear on his face. This time, he knew that he was leaving the Omega of his dreams for good. He knew it, his instincts knew it, Suga knew it, too.
Beside him, Miyo peeled her astonished gaze from him and gestured frantically at the remaining housemates in the park, her silent mouth moving in his peripheral vision. Daichi moved back a few steps, into the park, as his housemates sluggishly made their way towards the curb. He didn't join them near the cars. His ball of instincts had slithered out once more, soft and coy, to take control of his body. They pulled him towards the ocean, ignoring the questioning calls from his pack to walk his body away.
They were going to slowly bring back his senses, to ease him back to reality. They needed a quiet place to do it-- a place where he could stew with his thoughts and emotions. Alone, and away from prying eyes.
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